Unbeknownst to me, H was born during a hot air balloon festival. The first time I held him in my arms, I looked out the window and the sky was filled with literally hundreds of huge hot air balloons...still feels like a dream.
Girraffe eating the moon. The palet choices for this one are fabulous. it really looks as though the colour of night sky is reflecting upon the girraffes skin. The shapes are also all really well done. Looking at it, it almost seems to need strings, to imply that it's not really the moon, but not doing so lends it whimsy instead of the realism the other option would offer.